A Wordslinger's View of Life past 50.. or 60

Trifecta

Not long ago, on a Sunday night when life did not feel warm and fuzzy, I drove to a nearby bay. I parked my car so I had a view of the sunset, dined on a baked potato I brought along (one of the ultimate comfort foods), wrote down feelings that were spilling over, and shot this pic as the sun dropped.

Silence, a baked potato and beautiful water.. each on their own is a pretty good deal. Together they were spectacular.